Our Young Bodies
we need to decide
what to do with their electricity
Translucent Lover
I'm not ready
to admit defeat
to my own judging policies
Mother of Ours
holed up in the house
no way out
Muscular Machines
moving through time
all around me
Sultry Promises
between crumbling bed sheets
Our Memories
crushed to powder
with the soles of my shoes
Lost Legacies
in the space between
your ears
Slung with your tongue
Vibrations of Tides
crashing against the cheers
Little Boy Burning
let the attic fill
with smoke
Lungs
expand with every single
Hallelujah
Wide Open Souls
the rest gather dust
in train stations